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Keyera
Locke never tiedme up after breakfast.
After we did the dishes together, I made my way toward the bedroom, knowing I’d be in for another day of attempting conversation in between convincing Locke I’m not who he’s looking for.
Before I even made it out of the kitchen, Locke walked right up behind me and guided me to the living room with a hand at the small of my back. When I looked up at him, those gray eyes were soft as he gazed at me with something close to tenderness.
He stopped in front of the couch, motioning me to sit. Locke crossed his arms and stared down at me, pinning me in place with those sharp gray eyes. He didn’t have to tell me what that look meant. Don’t make him regret giving me this little freedom.
That was hours ago. I’ve already gone through a book and a half while curled up on the couch, though this last half an hour I haven’t been able to focus at all. I must have read this page ten times and I still have no idea what it says.
Instead, all of my attention is focused on Locke’s solid frame sitting next to me. My feet are tucked under his muscled thigh, though I don’t remember doing it. I can feel the heat of his body from where we’re touching. Even though I’m not looking at him, I fuckingfeeleverything about him. It’s like my body is tuned to his, sensitive and aware of every movement, every sigh, every breath.
I rub my thighs together without realizing it. Pressure has been building deep inside me all day, ever since I had a particularly sexy dream about my kidnapper this morning. I’ve never been with a man, despite what Locke may think. This is all new territory for me. I don’t know what I’m doing, only that I ache for this man.
Locke inhales deeply then lets out a low growl from somewhere deep in his chest. Can he read my thoughts? Oh God, can hesmellhow turned on I am right now?
I panic, not sure what happens next or what the hell I’m even doing. Scrambling up from the couch, I nearly trip over my own feet.
“Uh, I’ll get us some water,” I blurt out before sprinting to the kitchen.Very smooth, Keyera.
Once in the kitchen, I stand facing the cabinet, spreading my hands out on the counter and taking a cleansing breath.I will not fantasize about Locke. I will not think about how it would feel to have those big, rough hands caress me instead of tie me up. I absolutely will not give in to my lust and sleep with him.
The smell of leather and whiskey swirl around me, filling me up and making the ache in my core throb almost painfully. Locke’s familiar scent nearly makes me whimper. I can’t turn around yet, even though I know he’s right here, so close.
The heat of his body is at my back, but he doesn't stop there. Locke presses himself against me, placing a hand on either side of mine on the counter, caging me in. This time, I can't hold back the breathy moan on my lips.
Locke answers with a soft growl of his own as he nuzzles into the side of my neck. A shiver runs down my spine from that simple touch, my back arching into the front of his body. He groans, moving his hands from the counter to my hips, gripping me there and helping me grind down against his thickness.
Holy hell, he’s huge and hard and rubbing against my ass like he can’t get enough. I can’t either. I want more. So much more.
This is wrong. I should stop. I absolutely should not give in to temptation…
“You’re so beautiful it hurts,” Locke murmurs against my skin. He nips at a sensitive spot beneath my ear then licks away the sting. I gasp as my knees shake and nearly give out. Locke chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through me and making my pussy throb. “So responsive. Jesus, you’re irresistible.”
“Locke,” I breathe out as I reach my arms over my head and tangle my fingers in his hair.
“Christ,” he grits out, slipping his hands beneath the hem of my shirt and stroking my skin. “So soft,” he mutters more to himself than to me. I can’t do anything but surrender to his touch.
Higher, higher, higher, Locke drags his calloused hands up my body until he’s cupping my breasts.
“Oh,” I gasp, letting out a shuddering breath.
“Is this okay?” he asks, surprising me with his soft tone. I nod my head and arch my back, thrusting my chest further into his large hands. “Need your words, angel,” he rasps against the shell of my ear. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
This is one of those moments that will define my life. I can feel it. If I tell him no, Locke will back off, even if it hurts. I trust that he’d never force himself on me. But if I say yes, if I give myself over to this man, I’ll never be the same. I’m just not sure if that’s good or bad. Am I really about to let the man who kidnapped me take my virginity?
“Don’t stop,” I whimper, the words falling from my lips before I can stop them. I won’t take them back. I’m too far gone, too twisted up in the complicated, surprisingly tender man currently making me melt into a puddle of pleasure.
Locke spins me around and pulls me against his hard body. I feel his cock dig into my belly, and the thought of him being inside me pulls out a moan from somewhere deep in my core.
His lips are on mine in the next second, swallowing down the sound as he licks into my mouth. I open up for him, sighing as he hungrily takes what he needs, what we both need.
Locke’s muscles tense and flex against my soft curves and I melt into him even more, wanting to somehow fuse our bodies together. He fists my hair and pulls my head up, exposing my neck. I feel his teeth, his tongue, his lips devouring every inch of skin from my jaw down to my shoulder.
“Please, Locke, I need more…”
He growls into my skin as his hands roam all over my body. One grips my ass and squeezes, while the other slides down my front, dipping into the waistband of my leggings. His fingers trace the outline of my panties, teasing me and driving me wild. I buck my hips and he groans, finally rubbing his fingers against my pussy through the fabric.
